Obscuritas | Newest

The Obscuritas was gone, but it had kept a piece of her to remember what "being" felt like.

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small, rough stone—a piece of unpolished amber her father had given her. It wasn't magic, but it was tangible . She gripped it until the edges cut into her palm. The sharp sting of pain was a bright, jagged line in the muffled silence. Obscuritas

As she sang, the fog recoiled. It couldn't swallow the vibration of her lungs or the heat of her blood. The more she asserted her existence, the thinner the Obscuritas became, until it was nothing more than a mist, frustrated and starving. The Obscuritas was gone, but it had kept